tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39431892024-03-13T11:40:11.492+08:00life is led easier with lowered expectations.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.comBlogger1049125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-54589552179238505342009-03-16T20:59:00.001+08:002009-03-16T21:00:20.809+08:00Jumping ships and sharks.I've bailed on Blogger. You can find me <a href="http://www.iantai.net">here</a> now.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-59621233045495831292009-02-16T10:31:00.002+08:002009-02-16T10:43:00.177+08:00Red Herring Day.I lead a blessed life. <br /><br />I've been predicting the eventual drainage of whatever luck I have, but so far, the chips have been falling in my favour; everything that's resembled an obstacle has conveniently morphed itself into something pleasant. Or it's been magically wished away.<br /><br />Therefore, I shall now do the familiar:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My luck's going to run out on me before I know it.</span><br /><br />There. I've signaled the death-knell once again.<br /><br />Happenstance can't be dancing with me forever.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-7049368340014481462009-01-13T09:31:00.003+08:002009-01-13T09:38:52.953+08:00All roads lead to me.This line is disparaging: "When we fall in love, we're just falling in love with ourselves".<br /><br />But there's a tinge of truth to it.<br /><br />It's hard to filter through how someone feels about you, and how much of that appeals to you more than what you feel for <em><strong>them</strong></em>.<br /><br />Funnily enough, we might just want to hold on to someone for the sake of how they make us feel --- and not so much about how much we might possibly feel for them.<br /><br />It makes you wonder if relationships are ever truly mutual --- whether or not you're getting what you're giving...and whether or not you're getting what you're expecting.<br /><br />Something real comes from the act of compromising your expectations. Readjustments. Spine reticulations.<br /><br />I'm not saying that lowering your expectations will solve all your problems; you should never settle for less. But there's no harm in settling for something different.<br /><br />We've beat the beaten track into submission.<br /><br />Maybe it's time for a little air.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-72799883340472715482008-11-14T08:08:00.002+08:002008-11-14T08:20:06.964+08:00Save him.Supersonic actuators are slowly building a crescendo in my head.<br /><br />I was happier then, when my mind was at ease and my balls were firmly connected to my pelvis. <br /><br />Now, every day seems surreal. Driving to work has become an adventure in itself. The people I know and the people I meet remind me of cardboard cutouts that sprang to life from some strange quarry in the back of my mind.<br /><br />Then it repeats itself. An incredibly sickening, overplayed mantra that rings true for every one of us: 'there's got to be more than this'.<br /><br />Some people can be incredibly satisfied with what they have. Some people are more than happy to settle for less. Some people know what they want. Some people know what they <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">don't</span> want.<br /><br />I don't want to go thru each day like it doesn't exist. But I think I've come to a point where it doesn't really make a difference anymore.<br /><br />I'm so tired.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-2356183148006569612008-11-11T15:43:00.004+08:002008-11-11T15:57:18.067+08:00Craters and crocks.Living for the moment still seems to be a far better alternative to drawing up a road map.<br /><br />There is no plan. There's no method to the madness. <br /><br />You do what you want because you feel that it's right. <br /><br />You do what you want because you feel that you want to. <br /><br />You do what you want because you feel that you can.<br /><br />We don't get many chances to be swept up in whatever moments we find ourselves in. <br /><br />Maybe it's time we changed all that.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-53824982748551717402008-11-01T22:52:00.002+08:002008-11-01T22:59:48.558+08:00The Bend.Belated Deepavali firecrackers are erupting on my street. <br /><br />They're really annoying. <br /><br />I hope they don't affect my cars.<br /><br />Uno's already growing slightly cuckoo from the noise.<br /><br />For the first time in weeks, I'm actually feeling quite balanced. <br /><br />(Or just a bit happier.)<br /><br />I'm a chippy bastard.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-58168105905918092142008-10-20T13:19:00.004+08:002008-10-20T13:26:13.219+08:00When the hang-ups are hung up, you're still left hanging.For some time or other for these last two weeks, I've been wishing for something to spontaneously combust during my day.<br /><br />I've been starting to feel the pull of monotony taking over. What was once drudgery has now evolved into a different kind of beast; a beast where aloofness is the norm, and where the chances of becoming wayward are as slim as a eunuch being tadpole-armed.<br /><br />I don't expect excitement to be procured over the course of the immediate future. It'd just be brilliant if I could pull myself out of the hole that I've dug. The bright side of all this is that the aforementioned hole is starting to become more shallow by a will of its own.<br /><br />There's got to be more than this.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-3570597953520430132008-10-17T22:39:00.001+08:002008-10-17T22:39:41.922+08:00I'm so tired.So I'm simply not going to be around anymore.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-58374117774449225902008-10-04T16:59:00.001+08:002008-10-04T17:00:57.973+08:00My Paper Ring.In my heart<br />My paper ring<br />You put it on<br />And I am king<br /><br />In my mind<br />My paper ring<br />You put it on<br />And I am king.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-36839508246821035802008-09-26T02:00:00.007+08:002008-09-26T02:16:30.205+08:00Your way isn't the only way.I can't sleep. There're a million things going on in my head. My usual dosage of slumber-inducing music hasn't been working the way it usually does.<br /><br />I'm resigned to listening to my own songs. That usually isn't a good sign.<br /><br />All the doubts, fears and thinly-veiled hopes that I've had these last few weeks have sprung up simultaneously.<br /><br />I don't believe that anyone can be truly happy for too long without realizing what they've given up on. You can never totally letting go without paying some kind of price for it.<br /><br />I believe that I'm doing the right thing; and that this is what I want to do. I can't be proven wrong, but I can't prove that I'm right, either.<br /><br />Whatever happens will happen. That's undeniable.<br /><br />But for the first time, I want to fight for something badly enough that it actually <span style="font-style: italic;">makes</span> me get off my fat arse and do it.<br /><br />I'm not ready to move on without a fight. I don't care if I'm going down either with a bang or a whimper. I'm not going to take this sitting down; I'm going to bring the mountain to you.<br /><br />You know that this was going to happen.<br /><br />There's not much of a point in turning back now.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-13857756493852989502008-09-25T09:23:00.002+08:002008-09-25T09:43:49.117+08:00The right time is always now.I don't think I'm as obsessed with success as I should be. Most people around me are driven to succeed; it might be some desire to gain a remote semblance of 'stability'. It also might be because it's regarded as the right thing to do --- after all, there's nothing better than making something out of yourself.<br /><br />I've never felt the urgency to go places. I've been perfectly content being aimlessly aimless, and I've been happy with how things have been. I'm not saying that I want to stay showered in static all my life --- it's just that I crave and hate anonymity all at once.<br /><br />Have you ever felt lost about who you are and what makes you tick? A while back (but not too long ago), I always walked around with this inclination that I was set for bigger things. I don’t really know what I think these days. <br /><br />I'm not sure if I've built a cage around myself and whether or not I'm just a jaded little jigga who can't figure heads or tails between what he wants and what he <em>really</em> wants.<br /><br />Nobody knows where they're going; I'm just not really sure I can be bothered to get directions anymore.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-68762503496073211302008-09-24T15:50:00.003+08:002008-09-24T16:21:52.817+08:00Fix it.Having a game plan terrifies me, most probably because of the effort required to draw one up. I'd sooner just throw something into the wind, wing it from there, and see where it takes me. I suppose it's this particular approach to things that've gotten me into this hole in the first place.<br /><br />To be fair, it's not really a 'hole' as much as it is a giant Sasquatch footprint; something that doesn't really exist, yet you can't totally disprove. I <em>do</em> have a problem; I can easily choose to happily ignore it, but there's the risk of it always being there.<br /><br />But, as usual, I digress.<br /><br />I've drawn up a strange schematic that might actually resemble a game plan, and it terrifies me. Being called into action is one thing; after all, you can't run away from conscription (unless you exile yourself to Canada). But willingly submitting to something as proper as a plan only makes things harder for you --- you do so many things with the risk of them not being appreciated.<br /><br />But apart from being a morose motherfucker, I also pride myself on being incredibly stubborn once I set my mind to something. I can only call it a quality I possess that makes me all the more redeeming.<br /><br />Of course, whereas some people might consider not taking any advice to be a sign of a higher degree of self-value than anything else, I consider not taking any advice to be a sign that you can stay straight and true to whatever silly objective you had in the first place.<br /><br />After all, we won't always get what our hearts desire. But we can surely, surely fucking try.<br /><br />With that said, I'm about to embark on a relatively strange and alien trip to the center of my head. And I hope that this incredibly cliched passage of self-discovery ends with me being a happier person.<br /><br />I'm just like Jerry; I know what completes me.<br /><br />The path to <em>getting it</em> is the bitch.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-77162723117368737492008-09-22T15:12:00.005+08:002008-09-22T16:02:15.989+08:00Bridesmaids, not brides.People around me are dropping like swatted flies and getting hitched. It's making me uncomfortable, to a degree.<br /><br />I have an unfounded fear that I'll be a living, breathing male version of Cathy by the time I'm 37.<br /><br />The idealist in me would probably want to settle down and rock that domestic vibe, but at the same time, if marriage is one long, never-ending perpetual date, why don't we all just have one long, never-ending perpetual date?<br /><br />Times have changed enough that the concept of a marriage is now more of a symbol than anything else; an excuse to throw one large, lavish Chinky dinner party full of 8 course meals, cover bands and cliched PowerPoint slides.<br /><br />(Something that even I'll fall prey to, eventually.)<br /><br />There's no doubt that I might be ruffling a few feathers here (and getting fewer invitations in the years ahead). And I really <strong><em>am</em></strong> happy for those who've taken/are taking/are going to take the proverbial plunge.<br /><br />Maybe I'm just bitter that everyone around me seems to be moving on and making headway into their lives, while all I want to do is get stoked about clearing GTA IV at 100%.<br /><br />Maybe I've lost sight about the point of it all.<br /><br />Maybe it's because I've possibly permanently lost my own shot at some kind of happiness.<br /><br />Maybe it's all of the above and more.<br /><br />It's times like these that make me wish that I have a time travelling machine that runs on kerosene.<br /><br />I'd use it, and save myself from myself.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-67885752041658394562008-09-19T23:59:00.001+08:002008-09-20T01:22:26.839+08:00CandyGirl@Cloth and Clef.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aORBmc2qLbs&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aORBmc2qLbs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="383" height="310"></embed></object><br /><br />Everything went wrong until 3:08.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-43316115975410796462008-09-19T23:59:00.000+08:002008-09-20T01:22:02.371+08:00Untitled@Cloth and Clef.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GyFGvdEUt6w&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GyFGvdEUt6w&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="383" height="310"></embed></object><br /><br />If you weren't there that night, you wouldn't have felt as bad about the polar bears as I did. Ignore my rambling; it's the only safety mechanism I have against nerves.<br /><br />Egads.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-83005753564251252762008-09-14T16:40:00.004+08:002008-09-14T16:57:58.831+08:00Nicotine dominoes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SMzOHY8u_MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hofTWMxsaTQ/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SMzOHY8u_MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hofTWMxsaTQ/s400/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245794292331379906" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, what a night.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-29574863030030291002008-09-12T21:01:00.002+08:002008-09-12T21:05:24.564+08:00Evolution's in the bag.Everyone has to move on sometimes.<br /><br />I'm getting ready to retire an old friend.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SMpoeCsR3kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nLzklaIPgB0/s1600-h/P9120046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SMpoeCsR3kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nLzklaIPgB0/s400/P9120046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245119581354319426" border="0" /></a><br />And I'm ready to unleash a new one out upon the world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SMpoeOrfZiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9FLfxFi_UQQ/s1600-h/P9120047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SMpoeOrfZiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9FLfxFi_UQQ/s400/P9120047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245119584572237346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />If only some things were this easy.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-19025203155863938152008-09-09T15:01:00.005+08:002008-09-10T17:27:16.698+08:00Stranger than, but never less.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SMYfclyzvvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ceOEe2c-hiI/s1600-h/P9070458.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243913392161537778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SMYfclyzvvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ceOEe2c-hiI/s400/P9070458.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is life.<br /><br />Life imitates art.<br /><br />Or, at least, I'm hoping that it does.<br /><br />There's a scene that keeps repeating itself in my head.<br /><br />Looking at it now, the closer I get to it, the less likely it'll occur.<br /><br />But I've still got to do it. It's taking a leap of faith.<br /><br />A massive leap; not as much faith.<br /><br />Don't worry...it's no cause for concern on your part.<br /><br />What I'm doing should only be saved for the schmaltziest of storylines.<br /><br />Then again, this is life.<br /><br />And life imitates art.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-61798238978744377482008-09-01T23:05:00.005+08:002008-09-01T23:17:15.220+08:00Impulse shopping!I've been searching for a toy piano these last few weeks. Since my music is rubbish enough as it is, the sounds of chiming and tinkling can only add to its...eclecticity.<br /><br />To be honest with you, I've spent money on a cheap-o electronic keyboard set that's not even in tune.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLwFvK1ZG0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P6HCCGTG9Rw/s1600-h/P9010420+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLwFvK1ZG0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P6HCCGTG9Rw/s400/P9010420+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241070374272703298" border="0" /></a>One bit of madness is the little girl on the box. Buying the thing and then carrying it in such a way that nobody noticed her was a challenge.<br /><br />Another purchase I made in my quest for all things trebleish and chimy was a baby xylophone set from Toys 'r Us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLwGUD0Y_uI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XFPaRHkY9N0/s1600-h/P9010419+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLwGUD0Y_uI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XFPaRHkY9N0/s400/P9010419+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241071008044613346" border="0" /></a>It works wonders. And it's quite addictive.<br /><br />So yes. Let the hammer fall. My next batch of songs should be fun.<br /><br />Just to let the general populace of the Internet know, I might be performing at Cloth and Clef on the 13th September, as well as at The Podium on the 20th September. Details will follow.<br /><br />It's been almost a year since I last performed (and overstayed my welcome onstage), so let's hope that a year's worth of meandering has made me all that little bit more prepared.<br /><br /><br /><br />Salut.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-63788001944058917202008-09-01T08:10:00.003+08:002008-09-01T08:28:11.588+08:00Oh, Pig.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLszGEMCpfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Qiam4OoPdpA/s1600-h/2541.3430371.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLszGEMCpfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Qiam4OoPdpA/s400/2541.3430371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240838770672182770" border="0" /></a><br />There's no real surefire remedy for the blues.<br /><br />So why feel better?<br /><br />Should we let time run its race and take its course?<br /><br />Nay.<br /><br />Wallowing is good. Wallowing and being proactive is so much better. Wallowing and being proactive and getting the job done is a triple expresso.<br /><br />Hang, on, Pigita, I'm coming for you.<br /><br /><br /><br />Salut.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-31943801167025274182008-08-31T20:33:00.006+08:002008-08-31T20:43:16.573+08:00Siva's.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLqQvEEAvWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-LQ4YKun-g4/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLqQvEEAvWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-LQ4YKun-g4/s400/DSC00329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240660254617812322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLqQ8s2_hYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b4KxKstKnrQ/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLqQ8s2_hYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b4KxKstKnrQ/s400/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240660488907359618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLqQSPI5w4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3eXG_3_zgDU/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLqQSPI5w4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/3eXG_3_zgDU/s400/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240659759374910338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLqQSixVh5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/brYEoGwu1j4/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prTdHdW1Rrc/SLqQSixVh5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/brYEoGwu1j4/s400/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240659764644775826" border="0" /></a><br />I've been cutting my hair at the same place since Year 9; it's been almost a decade of RM 9 cuts and trims.<br /><br />It's good value for money when you consider the fact that you get to have your back slapped around in a faux-massage, your neck cracked and have scented oil rubbed around your scalp.<br /><br />And it's still RM 9.<br /><br />Brilliance.<br /><br /><br /><br />Salut.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-67383999739860546042008-08-26T07:50:00.002+08:002008-08-26T07:57:36.991+08:00Rehab for pansies.I tend to think of myself as an impractical realist. My ambitions are never lofty, yet they seem to be incredibly hard to achieve. It gets even worse when someone gets dragged along for the ride; a journey with me seems like a meandering road of pointlessness.<br /><br />Or at least that's what they'd like me to think.<br /><br />It's been a while.<br /><br />I've somehow avoided the need to partake in self-destructive behaviour. Since I've been (somewhat) well-behaved these last few weeks, I can say that there's a light at the end of the tunnel, although it's awfully dim.<br /><br />Things can't get any worse. Things can't get any better.<br /><br />There's not much of a life to live when you're walking around in a perpetual sea of limbo everyday.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-80033228514329670892008-08-04T11:59:00.002+08:002008-08-04T12:12:34.179+08:0025.A quarter of a century.<br /><br />It sounds like a long time, and, it just might be. A lot of things have happened over the last twenty five years that I've played absolutely no part in.<br /><br />In hindsight, I've lived my life on the periphery (or that's what I'd like to think). I don't really see why I'd have to make my way through to some obscure inner circle, or why I'd need to be the center of attention. <br /><br />I believe that being the star attraction in my own life makes up for the lack of me being the star attraction in <span style="font-weight: bold;">yours</span>.<br /><br />Wishful thinking? Maybe. At least it gives me some form of solace.<br /><br />So, in staying true to myself, I'm going to make a toast to my cause and wish another fruitful twenty five years to come pass me by.<br /><br /><br /><br />Salut.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-15665012282419676992008-08-01T11:24:00.002+08:002008-08-01T11:41:01.648+08:00Steam (or the lack of it).I'm not the most eager beaver out there, but I can be quite determined when my mind is set upon reaching a target. Though, in all honesty, most of my targets are immediate and non-consequential.<br /><br />But shouldn't all targets be like that?<br /><br />However, once in a while, I like to indulge myself by investing into a long-term idea that, by right, should come into fruition. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Should</span> is such a dirty word, if only because its the ultimate disclaimer against possibilities.<br /><br />Most of these solidly consequential targets have some element of planning to them (a big rarity for me), and in doing so, there's some sort of skewered pride in getting the job done...if only because I own the stupid idea.<br /><br />Of course, there's always the risk of the tribal council speaking, and, as a result, extinguishing my torch. It's been done on more than one occasion over the course of this week, but I'll still be pulling my pants up (because, lo and behold, I've lost weight!). <br /><br />I'm starting to believe in my own hype. All that's left now is to start living up to it.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943189.post-64669057704531521992008-06-29T09:55:00.005+08:002008-06-29T10:11:41.621+08:00Wits.It's not a good idea to underestimate a woman, no matter how dim-witted she might be. Happenstance might step in and shift random quotients of fortuitousness in her favour.<br /><br />If only because she's a woman.<br /><br />If a dim-witted woman were to keep a man in tow, the probability of the man becoming equally dim-witted is quite high.<br /><br />Sometimes, the man might become increasingly befuddled and glazed, thus exceeding the level of dim-wittedness displayed by the dim-witted woman.<br /><br />At the end of the day, it all comes down to love.<br /><br />You fools.funkyhippopotamushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10178000509325095347noreply@blogger.com0